St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-11-06

Vivian OF DorSt or that sort of people in
1.-THE Arabian Nights" Those who 90
to see an immOdest show say that Sara
is fraud. That is what the San Fran
cisco people said after the Boston press
had roasted Sara for her antics. But
the San FranciScanS went crazy over
her Just the same. The Staid old ArgO-
naut broke forth in poem of twenty
five verses all about Sara and her kick.
Here's a sample of Mr.. Pixley's rhymes:
1t was amusing, too, to scan the pit
And mark the broadening grin of eXpecta-
ton
Among the bald heads who were throngingit,
When Sara executed her gyratiOn
They grew SO restless they could scarcely sit;
Each poised his opera-glass for observa-
ton;
And forth danced this hobgoblin, scarcely
human.
And far more like spider than a woman.
You've seen De Sage. illustrated by Dore;
You Tecollect that picture of the Devil
Who hurled AsmOdeus through the air 10
glory
And broken bones, upon the earth's dull
Well, so seemed Sara to these sinners hoary.
Who came prepared to think and look al
Tights were well-fitting, drapery was skimp,
But heavens, the creature was female imp.
What neeromancy made her dress in black
And shroud in night her most attractive
portions:
What fienQ the spine distracted from her
back
And convoluted her in such contortions?
She was no better than jumping jack,
Fenced round so close with infnit precau-
tons.
But certainly she won our moral gratitude
By strict propriety in every attitude.
And then the poet goes on to kick be-
cause that all the interest of the night
was Sara'S seven minutes gymnastic
kicking. but gracefully comedies that
these seven minutes compensated for
two-hours' stew in the parquet.
Sara, as already remarked, is in Chi
cago lust now. She is the bright par
ticlar star of the Emily SOldene bur
lesQue company. This is Sara's second
visit to Chicago, and on both occasions
she has had the misfortune to be booked
at an obscure theater-at least at the
alter where cheap bloOd-and-thunder
melOdrama is better appreciated than
artistic dancing. A great many South
Side people have gone to the Criterion
this last week to see Sara-peOple who
were never at the criterion befOre-but
if Sara got half show at the downtown
theater she would take the blaSe the
ater-gOing young blOOdS by storm. She
is perfect Whirlwind. She is on the
stage only few minutes in the whole
performance, but i'll that few minutes
she does a leg-lifting india-rubber act
that fairly electrifes the spectators.
She is a little, artlesS-looking thing,
and seen off the stage one would
never suspect her of being anything or
anybody in particular. She is older
than she looks, for she doesn't look to be
more than twenty. She began dancing
very early and has been dancing for
about twelve years, but she is over
twenty years old for all that. She is
willing to acknowledge to twenty-three.
but she is twenty-five if she is aspay.
But that's neither here nor there. Miss
Emily Soldene, the head of the COM
pany, came to this country with a
troupe of British blondes in 1892. Miss
SOldene says Columbus was as nice a
man as she ever met, and she made ii a
point to always send him box where
ever she was playing. Sara wasn't with
Miss Soldene that time.
The show yesterday was buriesque
of Offenbach'S operetta, Genevieve de
Brabant. The two gendarmeS came
in, and one of them told how a man had
shot at him, and the bullet went into his
breast and came out at hia back and
killed another man, And Twas arrested
for MURDER" he concluded.
What Arrested because the bullet
passed through You and killed another
man?"
"Yes. You see, it was through me he
was shot"
The other gendarme fell dead and the
orchestra played ''Chippie, Get Your
Hair Cut" There was a dance by the
corps de ballet. Then a preliminary
blare Of trumpetS, moments silence,
and-Sara. 1t was rush and flash,
and vision of black legs and black
gauze and diamonds. She bounds in
like a FREELY and whirls around the stage
like autumn leaves in cyclone. Her
feet shoot around in circles; her arms
and head and body spin in wild deliri-
I'm. You would think-if you had time